A patchwork of dusty percussion, pastoral harmonies, windchimes, mellotrons and a host of other instrumentation, Koushik Ghosh's debut album is a sequence of interesting ideas that somehow adds up to much less than the sum of its parts. There is a touch of 1960s psychedelic pop here, a smidgen of spacey soul there, and a looming suspicion that Koushik has been listening to far too much Panda Bear: he shares with that act a tendency for timorous irresolution, all detail and little point. Moreover, most of the album is swathed in hazy reverb; initially, this is pleasingly disorientating, but ultimately proves anaesthetising. Out My Window drifts in one ear, vaguely evokes a lethargic summer's day, and drifts immediately out again.